I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

At that age when I didn't know what love was, my preference and attachment to a certain person was already reflected in my words and deeds. Afraid of her gaze, fleeing from the place where she was due to low self-esteem, unknowingly writing her name on the ground with a wooden branch, liking to see the scenery she has seen, smelling the flowers she has smelled, and even being paranoid to think that she is the most beautiful and kind woman in the world.

Even though he knows that he is separated from her by heaven and earth, he always looks forward to the day when he can break through many dangers and obstacles like the loving couple in the fairy picture, go through thousands of hardships, and finally walk together.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Life always needs such hope.

Therefore, Yun Ge's little kindness to Qingzhou was infinitely magnified by Qingzhou, even if Yun Ge was the same to others, he still thought that he was different from her.

If you like someone, you will think that that person also likes you, and you will be immersed in gains and losses all day long. Grab a piece of evidence that would make sure she likes herself, and rejoice, and find any trace that she might not like herself, and she is sad and lost. Even using illogical methods, such as counting the petals of a single and double to calculate one's fate with her, can make oneself happy or sad.

In this time of happiness and sorrow, Qingzhou prefers to be alone, thinking about all kinds of unlikely future beauty. He even fantasized that the daughter of the king of Nanyue could abandon her honor and favor and follow him to the end of the world with an unknown wild boy.

In addition to thinking like this, he really couldn't find any reason for them to be together, especially after the valley lord checked his pulse, he told him very sadly that his physique was too poor and he had been seriously injured, and it was impossible for him to practice martial arts and spiritual cultivation again.

This means that he will not be able to practice martial arts in his life, let alone become a great hero who is admired by the world like the Sword Immortal.

At that moment, his heart was broken, he couldn't cultivate his spiritual power, how could he gain a foothold in the six gates of the rivers and lakes? He could only become a farmer, plowing in the fields in the spring and harvesting in the autumn, and living a life of doing nothing.

He's a wreck.

Yun Ge squeezed his arm tightly, looking at him with pity, he didn't know whether the tears flashing in her clear eyes were comforting or pitiful.

No one wants to lose face in front of the person they like, and no one wants to live like a waste.

Qingzhou's eyes were hazy with tears, and he tried not to let the tears break through his eyes, but this stubborn persistence stabbed his eyes like a sharp sword. When Yun Ge wanted to say comforting words to him, he couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed out of the house like crazy, rushing towards the boundless land, rushing towards the vast grassland. He ran wildly, oblivious to the bleeding wounds on his legs that had been cut by the thorny flowers. His heart was extremely sad and indignant, but he couldn't hate anyone, he couldn't blame anyone, he was born between heaven and earth, as if he was like water without a source, a tree without roots, he didn't know the past, and it seems that there will be no future now.

Yun Ge saw Qingzhou break her hand and run out, at that moment, she panicked, because she knew that he would not come back after he went.

These days, she found the light boat becoming more and more strange, cloudy, moody, and she did not understand and did not think deeply.

Yun Ge didn't have time to think about it, so he wanted to chase him out, but was held back by Liu Yubing.

"Master?!" Yun Ge burst into tears, "He won't come back!"

"I know, but the people who can't be kept can't be recovered!"

"But he doesn't understand anything, and he doesn't have any spiritual cultivation, he's going to die. ”

Yun Ge was anxious and wanted to shake off her master's hand, but she couldn't, although she was bright and bold, she was not a girl who didn't care, and it could even be said that she had always lived with restraint, because she was the princess of Nanyue, she had her status and honor, as well as her responsibilities and obligations.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine!"

Yun Ge glanced at Yu Bing and found that Master's face was unusually calm, she knew that Master was a person who cared about all sentient beings, and would never die without help.

Yun Ge's heart calmed down a little, and then asked, "Master, how do you know that he can live?"

"Actually, Wei Shi just diagnosed his pulse and found that his seven meridians and eight veins were blocked by a powerful spiritual power, if he was worried about his life, the spiritual power that sealed his meridians would be washed away, and the gushing spiritual power was enough to protect him. ”

"Then can he still practice martial arts and cultivate spiritual power?" Yun Ge asked.

"Naturally, and his talent is not below yours. Liu Yubing said with a smile.

"Then Master, why didn't you tell him?" Yun Ge was still a little puzzled by her master's approach.

Liu Yubing was silent for a long time and didn't know how to answer.

How could she not see that Xiao Qingzhou had a secret affection for Yun Ge, but she knew better that they would not have results.

A love, if there is no result in the end, then no matter what the process is, in the end it is just a drunken dream of death.

Just like herself, now that she is incognito in this place where flowers are blooming, how colorful and lively the world is, it has nothing to do with her.

Happiness is the happiness of all, but loneliness is just the loneliness of one person.

Sometimes she also wonders, if she had been with him desperately, what would be the situation now?

A woman, like a flower, if she is not with her favorite person in the best years, then no matter how she is in the city and the country, how graceful and luxurious, she can only look at the shadow and self-pity!

The sky was blue, and a pair of geese were heading east.

Liu Yubing looked up at the flying geese, "When you grow up, you will understand!" she said in her heart.

The snow on Yaochi jade, the beginning of autumn in the world.

The Chishui River, which crosses Xixiang, is rippling in the autumn wind.

The sunset flies together, the fishing boat sings at night, and on the river, a lonely boat rises and falls in the remnant sun.

There was someone on the boat, an old man with a snow-white beard, wearing a hat and a coat, fishing alone in the cold river.

The sun returned to the west, I don't know when, a floating corpse floated to the side of the fishing boat with the mighty river, the old man was taken aback, hurriedly took a bamboo pole, and salvaged the floating corpse onto the fishing boat. The old man touched the wet body with his hand, and found that the person was already cold and stiff, without a trace of life. The old man turned the corpse over, and when he saw it, it was a child in his teens, thin and thin, with a swollen face, and it was difficult to distinguish his appearance.

The old man shook his head, sighed, and said, "What a good child, at the age of the rising sun, should die like this, what a pity!"

The old man collected the fishing rod, rocked the boat, and rowed towards the water house by the river.

The night is not young, and the lights are on.

The water house is brightly lit, and the lights are reflected in the sparkling river water little by little, showing a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The waterfowl on the riverside were startled from time to time and flew towards the center of the river, the water light and the hazy moonlight, showing the autumn slaughter and cold.

The old man leaned the fishing boat against the shore, lit the oil lamp hanging on the shed, then sat down in the bow of the boat, lit a dry tobacco, and smoked it to himself. It turned out that this boat was his home, fishing during the day, docking at night, boiling the fish he caught when he was hungry, and scooping a scoop of river water to quench his thirst when he was thirsty.

How big is the end of the world, where is my home?

He said: This place of peace is my hometown.

This fishing boat is the old man's home, this river is the old man's homeland, he has followed his grandfather on the river fishing since he was a child, and now, he himself has gray hair, he is still going out early and returning late day after day, drifting on this river.

The old man smoked a bag of cigarettes, ate a boiled fish, touched his gray beard, and admired the night with great satisfaction.

The moonlight became brighter and brighter, and the faint moonlight shone on the old man's wrinkled face, and it was another cold autumn night.

The next day, when the morning sun had risen, the old man, who had slept peacefully all night, climbed out of the boat, dragged the body that had been salvaged yesterday, and prepared to go to the shore to find a place to bury it.

Wandering people always can't see others floating and sinking on the river, and it is a customary custom of the world to settle down in the earth.

It took a lot of effort for the old man to dig a small hole, although the young man was not very rich, but it was okay to squeeze it. The old man had some apologies on his face, and he said to the young man, "It's old, it's useless, and I don't feel sleepy when I was young and I followed my grandfather to fish for a day and a night, I really had inexhaustible strength at that time, it's really good to be young, but you don't know how to cherish it, hey, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

The old man shook his head, and helplessly and regretfully pushed the young man's body into the dirt pit, picked up a short shovel, and shoveled the soil to bury it.

When he was halfway buried, he found that the young man's face had a rosy complexion, and he was taken aback, thinking, how could this dead man have such a change?

The dirt on the edge of the pit fell into the pit and fell on the young man's face, not only did his face become bloody, but the swelling slowly subsided under the morning light, and the outline of his face gradually became clearer.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes.

The old man was still talking to himself on the edge of the pit with a shovel, puzzled, and the young man suddenly sat up, staring at the old man beside him with a pair of black eyes inexplicably.

The old man was startled, a pair of old legs could no longer stand, he sat on the ground, a pair of dry but godly eyes, staring at the young man in panic, and he couldn't say a word for a while.

"What is the old man doing here?" the young man also looked puzzled and couldn't help but ask curiously.

The old man was startled again, looked at the young man with a pair of eyes, then looked at the earthen pit, and finally said at a loss, "I, this, you, I'm burying you." ”

The young man had a strange smile on his face and asked, "Why did the old man bury me?"

"You, aren't you dead, so you buried it, do you want to keep it for dinner?!" the old man asked himself if it was out of good intentions, and there was no need to look like he was at a loss, so he simply said bluntly.

The young man scratched his head, only then did he remember that he had jumped into the river to seek his death, and his mood became very low for a while, so he lay back in the pit and said lamentingly, "Bury it!"

The old man jumped up in shock and scolded the young man, "You are lying old, aren't you? I'm so old, can I bully you a little doll?"

When the young man saw that the old man was in a hurry, he knew that he had misunderstood him, so he sat up from the pit again, and said to the old man with kind words, "Old man, I know that you have no malice, it is me who is bent on death, so you should do good deeds and bury me!"

When the old man heard this, he felt that something was wrong, and he hurriedly said, "You bastard, what stupid things are you talking about, you don't know how to cherish a good life, you have to seek death." Besides, even if you want to die, I can't do that hurtful thing. ”

As he spoke, the old man threw the shovel in his hand and turned angrily towards his fishing boat.

Still a stubborn old man.

If you can walk in the world, don't bury it in the soil. This is what I listened to my grandfather say since I was a child, all things love life, and man is the head of all things, how can he not respect himself? Nowadays, people and old people are more and more unable to understand it.

When the young man saw that the old man had returned to his boat, he also felt that he was bored, so he lay down in the dirt pit, intending to die here.

If you know that your life is destined to be useless, and it is better to die to be liberated than to live like a waste, how can others understand?

But most people in the world can only see what they don't have, but they can't see what they already have.

Greedy people are always like boasting about their fathers day by day, tireless, chasing all their lives, but they don't know that life is just empty and empty, and spending a life happily and happily is the whole meaning of life.